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The 'First Line' meme....

October 6th, 2004 (01:05 pm)
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current mood: relaxed

As gacked from several sources, including liz_marcs :

The "First Line" meme:

"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.




There are some conversations which you can only have in the dark.

The cover note didn’t seem very promising : Transcript found in the remains of the Watcher’s Council London headquarters.

It was a dark and stormy night.

The cold rain poured down on Angel’s body, soaking him to the bone, as he stepped forward towards the oncoming hordes.

“So I told Anya, it’s that vibrator or me.”

The hotel door flew shut behind them, and Samantha Carter found herself pressed up hard against it.

Buffy and Dawn Summers stood on a Scottish hilltop, the wind gently blowing their hair about, and looked down on the smoking remains of Hogwarts.

She never was sure if they knew about each other, but hell if she was going to be the one to bring it up.

Lois Lane and Dawn Summers first ran into each other in a Metropolis sewer system.

The phone felt heavy in his hand as he replaced it on the desk.

Buffy knew it was going to be a long couple of days when she saw Andrew accidentally decapitate the Capo.

Special Agent Jack Malone was not a happy agent.

Normally Wednesday afternoons for the fifth years at Hogwarts were filled by double Potions, and Charms.

“You coming, G?” came Faith’s voice from ahead of him in the graveyard.

She’d always thought B was the one with the vamp fetish.

She’s going to be the death of him.



Yes, I'm a sheep.

And in other news, everyone go over to wildecate's LJ and give her a huggle. I think everyone needs a huggle every now and then, and she definitely could use one right now. Ok?

Comments

Posted by: houses (houses7177)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:12 pm (UTC)
100 words exactly
Faith Wacky

Title: Normal
Author: houses
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Neville and Andrew run riot. Again.

~~~ Normal~~~

Normally Wednesday afternoons for the fifth years at Hogwarts were filled by double Potions, and Charms.

Unfortunately, when Neville Longbottom and Andrew Wells were involved, normal was far from, well, normal. In fact, this particular Wednesday was filled with mutating, flying jellyfish that sucked the coloring from students’ hair before bursting into sparkly rainbow fireworks and setting Minerva’s robes on fire. Neville tried to apologize, but Andrew just giggled, setting off a riot of scintillating shrimp. Minerva smoked furiously.

Normally, Snape would be very put out. Today, however, he stifled a smile- the sparkles were in Slytherin green and silver.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:29 pm (UTC)
Re: 100 words exactly
Booster Yala [houses7177]

Oh, marvelous! So Andrew, and teaming him up with Neville? I'm surprised that Hogwarts is still standing!

Hee hee - thanks, houses7177!

Posted by: houses (houses7177)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:52 pm (UTC)
Re: 100 words exactly
Geek Power

You're welcome. And I'm not sure it'd be standing for long.

Posted by: liz_marcs (liz_marcs)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:25 pm (UTC)
Drabble: Fraith (BtVS; S4) R

Sorry. Edited original post because of grammar screw-up.



There are some conversations which you can only have in the dark. A conversation of grunts and groans, but no actual words between yourself, a mirror, and that little vibrating toy you discovered while excavating B’s closet.

You know B wouldn’t mind.

Want. Take. Have.

I deserve this. I deserve…I deserve…

Not deserve. Need.

She don’t appreciate it. Not one bit.

The cool British Watcher. The mother who gives a shit.

Fingers tweak B’s nipples before sliding into the wet cunt, vibrating toy buzzing the whole time against the swollen clit.

No. Not B’s.

Not any more.

All yours.

Finally.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Drabble: Fraith (BtVS; S4) R
Faith ride [foxglove_icons]

Holy....

*has to disappear for a moment to stick his head in the fridge to cool down*

Thankyouverymuch!

PS - Read Sleeper yet, btw? I blame you for getting me into Xander/Faith stuff totally.

Posted by: liz_marcs (liz_marcs)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Drabble: Fraith (BtVS; S4) R

*snicker*

Glad you like.

I never even write sex. So lucky you. You get the PWP I've ever done. And probably the first story withs serious slash overtones to boot.

I have to read Sleeper still. I keep getting distracted by writing my own stuff. I will do it before Sunday, tho'. Scouts honor.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Drabble: Fraith (BtVS; S4) R
Giles resolve face [extraflamey]

If you're writing Living History, then that takes priority.

*looks stern*

Posted by: Jen (tthjinni)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:35 pm (UTC)

Title: Blow Out
Author: Jinni
Characters: Buffy, Dawn
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
A/N: For booster17's first line meme.

~*~*~

Buffy and Dawn Summers stood on a Scottish hilltop, the wind gently blowing their hair about, and looked down on the smoking remains of Hogwarts.

“I thought I sent you here to stay out of trouble.”

Dawn blinked at her sister with wide-eyed innocence. “Me? Trouble?”

“Hello! Smoking ruins of a great big honkin’ school over there. Yes. You. Trouble.” The Slayer put her hands on her hips.

“Need I remind you about oh, say, your Graduation?”

“That was different.”

“Yeah? How?”

“I was stopping a demon.”

“And I was trying to rid the world of a blonde haired ferret.”

~*~End Drabble~*~

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:47 pm (UTC)
Hermonie - Know everything

*chortles happily*

I see Dawn has learned from the Buffy school of subtlety. :)

(It's almost scary how close you came to my original drabble here. :) )

Posted by: Jen (tthjinni)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:50 pm (UTC)

(It's almost scary how close you came to my original drabble here. :) )

Oh! Ack! *blush* I'm pretty sure I haven't read the drabble but if its too close lets remove this entirely. I hate getting close to something someone else already wrote. Drat.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 02:57 pm (UTC)

No, no, no! I love it! The original was this :

Buffy and Dawn Summers stood on a Scottish hilltop, the wind gently blowing their hair about, and looked down on the smoking remains of Hogwarts.

“You know, I started off with the gym,” remarked Buffy casually.

The edge of Dawn’s mouth tugged upwards and she briefly looked at her sister before turning back. “Yeah, well, you did blow up the whole school when you graduated.” She shrugged. “Just following in my big sister’s footsteps.”

Buffy almost cracked up at that, but just about managed to keep a straight face. “But Dawn…” she pointed out. “You just nuked Hogwarts and Voldemort.”

It was more a mood/theme thing.

Posted by: Speaker-to-Customers (speakr2customrs)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 03:08 pm (UTC)
It was a dark and stormy night ...
walrus

It was a dark and stormy night.

Snoopy looked out from the roof of his kennel. The boy should be approaching to fill the dinner bowl soon.

No boy. Instead a man loomed, leather coat swirling in the wind. A cigarette gleamed. He seized Snoopy, held him high in the air, and then let him fall.

“The beagle has landed!” he shouted triumphantly, and then stalked off chuckling.

Snoopy glared. He resumed station atop the kennel, took out his notebook, and began to work off his anger by writing a new chapter of ‘Snoopy versus William the Bloody Red Baron’.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 03:15 pm (UTC)
Re: It was a dark and stormy night ...
Spike Illyria Flirting

Hee hee hee!

Oh, that's marvelous! Superb!

You rock!

Posted by: houses (houses7177)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 03:28 pm (UTC)
Re: It was a dark and stormy night ...
hello there

*giggle* that's fantastic.

Posted by: Monique (monique_chan)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 03:45 pm (UTC)

Title: Titles
Word Count: 100
Author: Monique
Rating: PG
Characters: Buffy, Dawn


Buffy and Dawn Summers stood on a Scottish hilltop, the wind gently blowing their hair about, and looked down on the smoking remains of Hogwarts.

"Did Connor really do all that by himself?" Buffy asked in shock, or maybe it was envy.

"Yeah, I guess they don't call him the Destroyer for nothing."

"Why didn't I ever get a neat little title? I blew up my last school too!"

"Buffy, you already have a neat title." Dawn said in exasperation. Really, Dawn thought, Buffy had no reason to complain, after all she wasn't the one stuck with 'The Key' for a title...

"It's not the same..."

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 04:05 pm (UTC)
Sirius Dementor [samiamicons]

Nice. Very nice indeed!

And you're dead right - The Destroyer sounds a much better title than The Slayer. Thanks! :)

Posted by: houses (houses7177)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 04:51 pm (UTC)
Heartless Bitch

Oh, very nice. I always thought Connor got a better title as well. Excellent!

houses

Posted by: lisa roquin (lisaroquin)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 06:31 pm (UTC)
demonmagnet by houses

untitled
Faith, Xander
PG13ish

“So I told Anya, it’s that vibrator or me.” Xander slurred.

Faith stumbled and nearly lost her hold on the drunken man she was trying to drag up the stairs to his room.

"Uh huh, c'mon, Xan, one foot in front of the other, lets get you to bed huh?"

"I won," he said smugly.

Faith barely managed, "That's nice, now let's get your drunk butt to bed, huh?"

"Mmm Not drunk,"

"Sure you ain't, c'mon foot up on the next step," Faith managed.

"Was her birthday today." Xander said in a suddenly near-sober sounding voice, though too small and broken to be anything near his normal tone.

"I know, Xander, Dawnnie told me."

"I miss her,"

"Yeah," Faith agreed, slightly envious of the dead demon. "Bed Xan, c'mon,"

"Fine, but no strangling,"

"God, you're plowed." Faith groaned and felt more than a little petty about the twinge of envy she felt toward the dead demon. She wondered if she'd ever have a good guy like Xander love her that much.


Posted by: Jen (tthjinni)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 06:49 pm (UTC)
Sympathy

Double drabble for this one... I just couldn't get it all into 100 words.

Title: Poetry
Author: Jinni
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong too Joss Whedon, et al. All things Charmed belong to Aaron Spelling, et al.
A/N: For booster17’s first line meme
Summary: Xander should’ve learned better than to read from the books…

~*~*~

It was a dark and stormy night.

Which meant a night indoors. Reading. Researching.

“This one’s just a book of poetry,” Xander shrugged, flipping to another page. It said spells on the front, but who spoke in rhymes when they were casting a spell? “Poetry about magic, yeah. But just poetry. Lame poetry, at that.”

“Oh really?” Buffy snickered. “Read one to us?”

“Alright, ladies, prepare to be dazzled by the poetic stylings of the Xan-Man.” He threw each of them a wink and chose a page at random, clearing his throat loudly.

“Magic forces black and white…”

“Oooo. Catchy,” Willow mocked.

“Shh! The Xan-Man is poeticizing.” Buffy frowned. “Is that even a word?”

“Ladies? May I continue?”

“Go ahead.” They laughed as one.

“Magic forces black and white,” he continued, placing a hand over his heart in a moment of melodramatics. “Reaching out through space and light… Be he far or be he near… bring us the demon Belthazor here?”

“Umm… not a poem,” Willow stammered as a figure appeared in the room with them. “Definitely a spell.”

A decidedly stud of a man type of figure.

Not a demon.

“Oh…hell-o,” Buffy purred. “Now that’s my kind of poetry.”

~*~End Drabble~*~

Posted by: Monique (monique_chan)
Posted at: October 6th, 2004 09:12 pm (UTC)

LOL... I agree that's definitely my kind of poetry... ^_^

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 7th, 2004 07:22 pm (UTC)
Fun [freeswimmer11]

Um, sorry it's more up my alley than yours. This was MY Muse going wild.

I Spy With My Little Eye
200 words minus the First Line; Rated R, sort of


She’d always thought B was the one with the vamp fetish.

Guess she was wrong about that one.

She’s dropped by Giles’ to check in. Get some info about this freaky critter whose fist she had run into at the park.

She found the door unlatched. So she swung it open.

Open door - that means trouble, right?

Or that one was too busy to close the door.

And oh, was Giles busy. Vamp chickie had long auburn hair, the typical paler than pale vamp skin.

And obviously some serious skills. There was a face she had never seen Giles make.

“Mina.”

And a whole new disturbingly searing vocal tone.

She shouldn’t be watching this. This was like watching your parent’s having sex. Well, if your parents were a really hot British guy and an undead chick was obviously turned at the height of her perky-breasted, toned ass youth.

But it wasn’t like they were gonna notice her, not with the door mostly closed.

Maybe she should just go.

But, hey, maybe she should stick around, make sure he had this under control. After all, a vamp? She could go all fangy at any moment.

Wow. That was anatomically possible?

Well, maybe not this moment. But still, just to be safe.

Posted by: Laney (laney_1974)
Posted at: October 8th, 2004 05:44 am (UTC)
You talked me into it.

My drabble smut... I'm gradually working my way up to a full smut fic. If it turns out that I can't write smut, this is your birthday present. *G*. It's not much but, hey, I'm giving it a go!

Title: Need
Author: Laney
Disclaimer: Stargate and Buffy belong to their respective owners, not me.
A/N: For booster17's first line meme.

~ * ~ *

The hotel door flew shut behind them, and Samantha Carter found herself pressed up hard against it. Hands were moving with impressive to remove her clothes.

There were no words of greeting, no tender kiss hello.

Just need.

It had been so long since they were last together. Sam could barely remember the sweet taste of her lover, or the feel of her lover’s tongue inside her. Their time together was never enough, just stolen moments in dark dingy hotel rooms where no one would discover her secrets and lies.

HER need.

“Willow,” Sam moaned as the need was fulfilled.


_____________

Okay, I cheated, I used a pre-existing 'verse.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 8th, 2004 12:33 pm (UTC)
Re: You talked me into it.
Sam Bikini

It's always hardest the first time. What? Writing smut! Get your mind out of the gutter! Sheesh...

Woo-hoo! Nice stuff, Laney and thanks! Always nice when you can get something to tie in with your other stuff, isn't it? :)

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